Page 10 of My Three Enemies
All three of them are wrapped around me when I wake up in the morning. A tangle of arms is draped over me, cupping my breasts, holding my legs. They're all naked, and our skin is sticky from sex and sweat.
Dax lays in front of me, and when he senses I'm awake, begins kissing me.
I kiss him back and feel arousal slick between my legs But there's a minor ache in my core.
I know that last night he only got to fuck me once, even thought his brothers each did twice.
With how he acts around me, I can only imagine how much he needs some release right now.
Gray sits up behind me and pushes Dax on the shoulder. “Not right now. We need to give her a break.”
“Maybe we should have some breakfast and talk for a bit before we even think about more fucking,” Jackson chimes in, sitting up and tossing his legs over the side of the bed to stand.
He leaves the room first, and a few moments later, I hear some clattering in the kitchen. He must be preparing food.
Gray rises and hands me a new t-shirt from his dresser.
I happily put it on while he changes. Dax leaves to go get dressed, and when all of us are done, we gather at the kitchen table.
Jackson is in the middle of cooking breakfast while the others get in his face and grab some of the bacon and eggs, hardly able to control themselves.
“Fucking vultures,” Jackson mutters, smacking their hands away. I can't help but laugh as I watch the three of them. Their bond as siblings is something I wish I had growing up. But even if I’m envious, I'm happy they have each other, especially with all the hardship they've gone through.
Jackson brings trays piled high with fried potatoes, scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast and sets it down in the center. All of us grab a plate and pile it high with whatever is to our liking, pouring some fresh orange juice as well.
I watch the three of them eat like animals, scarfing down the food without savoring a single bite. I suppose they did work up quite an appetite last night. I, on the other hand, am taking my time.
“I wanted to apologize for locking you in the room,” Gray says when his plate is halfway finished. “Hearing your father's name just… changed something for us. He's our enemy and you're his daughter, and it didn't make sense that we were together. I tried to shut you out.”
I nod my head and accept his apology with a smile, but in the back of my mind, I can't help but think there's something they're not telling me. I have too many questions to accept an answer like this so readily.
“I understand why you guys are paranoid about me, but you have to trust me when I tell you I want nothing to do with my father.” I say. “You can consider me an ally.” I meet each of the eyes with a confident gaze. I mean every word.
For the first time, in my life I'm around people who know what kind of monster my father is and they're not just going to placate me and make me think I'm wrong.
“You guys can tell me what's really going on. If I can help you, I will,” I promise.
Gray’s lips part starts to speak while the others set their forks down, eyes on him. Whatever their secret is, it's Gray's decision about whether or not I know it, and they're waiting to see what he does just like I am.
Suddenly, he turns his attention toward the window and jumps out of his chair. Gray dashes to the window and peers through the blinds, Dax and Jackson following suit with tense shoulders.”
“What's going on?” I ask, getting up and following them halfway to the window.
“There's a helicopter approaching,” Gray says, not taking his eyes from the window.
I try listen, but I don't hear anything. There's a part of me that wonders if they actually do hear these things, or if it's some kind of delusion.
“Fuck!” Jackson shouts, wheeling around and rushing away. Dax and Gray flick their attention to me.
“Emma, I mean it this time: No matter what happens, you have to stay in the house,” Gray warns.
I nod slowly while he and Dax both to the front door. I'm practically frozen from fear. I don't know what the hell is going on.
What are these noises they keep hearing?
Is this my father looking for me?
The door slams shut and I rush over to the kitchen window and peek through the blinds to try and get an eye on whatever’s happening.
I see the three brothers jump off the porch, ripping their clothes off and throwing them to the ground.
My brow furrows, not understanding why they would do that in the freezing cold weather.
But then, Gray drops to the ground on all fours, his back contorting wildly as an inhuman growl escapes his throat. I stiffen in alarm as I watch Dax and Jackson do the same.
What the hell is going on?
It looks like their bones snap and morph into a bigger version of themselves. Then, they transform into something different altogether. Fur spurts where flesh used to be. Hands turn into massive claws.
Standing in front of the house, powerful muscles clenched to spring into a charge, are suddenly three bears, the same bears I saw when I tried to flee the cabin.
I jerk away from the window in shock and clutch the locket around my neck, trying to make sense of what I just saw. I feel catatonic as I put the pieces together. What I just saw is insane. I try to tell myself I made it up, that I’m seeing things, but I can't.
Because I remember Gray's eyes turning black when he was kissing me on the couch. I remember how the brothers have been able to hear things so keenly that I never heard a thing. In its own strange way, it makes perfect sense.
Time ticks by and I count the seconds anxiously, waiting for the front door to open and their boots to thud along the wooden floors. Three minutes pass and they don't return. Then five.. Then ten. And despite everything, the longer they're gone, the more I worry.
What if something happens to them while they're gone? I'm the reason they're in danger right now. My father is looking for me, and I potentially led him right to the doorstep of three very people he wants to destroy.
A crashing noise at the back of the house startles me and I jump up to my feet, knocking the chair I was in down with a clatter. I rush to the knife block to grab a blade, holding it in front of me.
Footsteps approach the kitchen door, and I try to come up with a plan on the spot, but I can't. The door is kicked open and two men I recognize part of my father's guards storm in with guns. They lower their weapons when they see it's me, then both of them swarm to my side.
“Back the fuck up!” I shout, brandishing.
With no effort whatsoever, one guard disarms me and the knife falls to the ground. He tries to grab me and I struggle against him, unwilling to go without a fight. But I’m not strong enough. Eventually, he’s able to restrain both of my arms behind my back. Subdued, I’m led toward the kitchen door.
“It’s time for you to come home,” he says through gritted teeth.